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She tried to hide,
tried to be that peg
for every hole,
denying her heart,
her soul,
her truth.

Templates were lies,
erasing expression,
erasing her life,
when all she wanted
was to be the true self

True freedom
was an internal awakening,
she learned
how to transcend.

©January 2019, October 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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